I should edit this later. This is just to let everyone know I'm not dead.

Yes, Friday nights and Saturday nights were pretty crazy. All I'm saying is that on Friday I played my first game of Goon of Fortune and, oh boy ( Read more... )

In volleyball on the day of to [today], I fucked up my ankle. I jumped up to do a set, and when I landed, my foot was sideways. That's my whole body weight directly onto my ankle. It started to throb really badly, and I hobbled off the floor, and told Alastair to take my position ( Read more... )

Sweat session tonight. Went pretty well, until Latin. The Standard and New Vogue sections felt pretty damn good - we were also able to do the Flecrul [pronounced fleh-cruel] in the Vienesse Waltz. But then Latin came along, and Leah had sore muscles from her athletics carnival yesterday, and lost all her energy. It just went downhill from there ( Read more... )

Fucking school. I'm over it. Completely and utterly. I've had enough. Actually, I had enough six months ago; I'm spent. Honestly. I'm not even bothering trying any more. I'm trying far less than I did at the start of the year. I'm literally going backwards in terms of effort.

I'll be glad when this is all over and done with.

Yes - Brayden's party was last night. At the start it was pretty slow going, with only one female - Jeanette. When I got there, I was with Shonelle and Claire, but they soon left to go to another party, because they didn't overly get along with the people at the party. They also dropped my off at Dance Power, where I talked with some people for a ( Read more... )

Two weeks until my birthday in about an hour. And it's a pretty heavy schedule. I've got Brayden's party this weekend, then a competition as well. Then I have work twice next week, and dance the whole week. Then the week after, nothing's planned [ie. study ( Read more... )

It seems that moving couldn't have POSSIBLY been placed at a worse time than it is. I'm moving on September the 11th - a Monday day, with another week left at school until the mock exams. That's gonna fuck with my head at school - especially on how I'm going to get there and back home ( Read more... )

I've got dancing soon, so I'd better get ready for that. It's a Tuesday afternoon. Almost half-way through the week ( Read more... )

Yes - that's what last night feels like. Like a blur. The first half I can remember fine. I only had three Pulses to start off with - basically they're Red Bull, but 7% alcohol. The size, the shape, the taste- the everything is just like Red Bull. I only had three of those, and I was fine ( Read more... )